Find your root words

Daily Science Fiction has accepted my flash piece, "Incarnadine," not to be confused with the self-pubbed poem of the same title (what can I say, it worked too well not to use again).

Oh, but I am leaning toward the Scottish Play for my final paper, even though I was determined before starting the course that I would choose one of the less-overexposed plays. It's just. It's my favorite. Always has been. And in this particular group of classmates, I can be fairly certain it's not one anyone else is doing (well, except maybe one other person, who is...an individual, yes, but I feel for the professor and the flood of Romeo and Juliet that is about to rain down upon him). On the other hand, I almost feel like I should do something else because this one is my favorite. That means I will probably at some point take advantage of my student account to hunt down articles in all the various databases about it anyway, as I have done for other topics of personal interest. I am less likely to do so for a play that is not my favorite, and this course is a good opportunity to delve into a different play and learn some things about it and its creation and background.

Possibly this should also disqualify The Tempest, about which I am curious anyway. Or perhaps the curiosity is a good indicator that this would be a play for which I would exert a good effort. And then there's the whole issue of what, exactly, I want to actually argue about whichever play I choose. Which is where it might be easier to grab one of the history plays (other than Richard III, which we're reading for the course), and simply compare to actual history with an eye for how ol' Bill reshaped things to please Elizabeth I. Of course, I could compare the Scottish Play to history, come to that, though I'd rather look at the idea of geas, which I think Shakespeare might have been acquainted with, and the influence of the Morrigu (which I'm pretty certain he knew in at least watered-down version and spun into the witches) on the family's fate. Hmm....

Rather late with this one, partly the fault of the post office, partly mine, but "Pripyat" sings its abandoned song in Issue #53 of Not One of Us, an issue graced with staggering photographs of this haunted planet and some truly gorgeous writing from several of the usual suspects. Details on how to subscribe or obtain single issues here.

Online, "Singular" in fact finds fine company in the latest issue of inkscrawl.

Another Tumblr post, plus a note to self to post at the blog about my folkloric video library, plus copy the reviews from here to the Resources page over there. But that will have to wait until after this migraine has passed.

Today's blog post is an article I wrote for the HWA newsletter back in early 2009. It's about building a sense of dread in horror poetry through the use of repetition.

I have grand plans to attempt to add links to my reviews to the "Works" page of the site by this weekend, if I can finish up the schoolwork that's due before that time. I would start with the other articles I've done, but for some reason, that is a segment of my memory where the Fibro fog has really struck, and I can't quite remember what I've written or for which venues. If anyone else can remember these things, please do let me know, either in comments here or via seajules at livejournal dot com. It would be very much appreciated.

Awards are a very fraught topic in the speculative poetry community, but this is why they could matter. This is why workable awards with useful categories, including categories for collections, could matter. This is why representation in awards matters. This is why awards that are more than popularity contests for a non-representational non-professional organization matter.

Good poetry of the spoonie variety. I particularly love Shweta's reading of this one. Give it a listen, if you've got a second.

For another term.

Favorite sister came by briefly with gifts and food. The food and the company were the most appreciated parts of the visit but, alas, neither lasted. Niece accompanied, nephew elected to spend the holiday with his father. Niece looks so much like sister at that age, only brunette and hazel-eyed where sister was strawberry-blonde and nearly jade green. Gorgeous child, growing up way too fast. Had to be affectionate from afar, just to be on the safe side. Being sick sucks so much.

My gifts are a knitting book, an Ancestry.com DNA kit, and Marina Warner's Six Myths of Our Time. A good haul, I'd say. Still waiting for 2014 to just go away already.

"Jupiter Dis(mis)sed" has been accepted for a future issue of Mythic Delirium.

"Pripyat" will be singing its lonely song in some future publication under the Not One of Us publication umbrella.

I do like when sales happen.